Alright, where to start.

My name is Morgan, I’m 16 years old and I’m from the East Coast of Australia.

I guess it’s a little obvious I LOVE to write. In my spare time or at school -shh- . Besides the Torchwood fan fictions I write a lot of Fiction press but most of it is crap so I never put it on. Another reason I don’t have many of my fan fictions on here is because I write them on my old crappy laptop which means I have no way of transferring them onto this computer with had internet -shakes fist at laptop- . I mean come on, what kind of a computer is too old to recognize floppy disks?

At the moment my life seems to be revolving around Torchwood. O M G Children of Earth, -jumps around excitedly-, and I have managed to get most, if not all, of my friends hooked on it, -Evil laugh with evil hand -rubbing-together-ness-.

Get bored and want to contact me email me at Animal_Lover_14@hotmail.com. I normaly check it once a day. _

Favorite pairings:

Torchwood: Ianto/Jack (Come on who doesn’t love them, they were made for each other), Jack/John and Gwen/Rhys. I just have to put in a comment here about Tosh/Owen. I have to admit I love them so much but I think it’s better when you have the Tosh hopelessly following the blind Owen relationship.

N.C.I.S: Ziva/Tony and Abby/Gibbs. You can’t beat Abby and Gibbs.

Twilight: Bella/Jacob, JACOB FAN FOREVER. Sorry to Edward, I mean yeah his great but he an over protective, blind, insensitive rock. I’m going to stay living in my little world where Breaking Dawn was never written. I’m sorry Stephanie but you just killed the world of Twilight with that one.

I create a few of my characters a few you have met and a few you will meet in the future. Here’s a bit of information about them to make life a little easier for you:

Conway An alien who came threw the rift and joined the Torchwood team after taking a sample of Jack’s blood to create his human body. He along with the wrest of his family are now immortal much like the Captain. He took over Owen’s job as medic after the unfortunate loss of the torchwood team member. He has a resemblance to Jack in his looks. Short dark brown hair with bright blue eyes. He also takes after Jack’s attitude a lot, flirting with anything and everything that moves, with manly means either the immortal captain himself or Ianto. (Credit goes to Emolicious Angel, who helped come up with the characters during one of our roll plays.)

Shorty: Shorty is Conway’s sister. They came threw the rift at the same time. After Tosh died she took on the roll of Computer Specialist. Shorty enjoys drawing and can spend hours sitting in Jack’s office drawing thousands of pictures. She has a special bond with Jack, much like on of a father and daughter, this could possibly be because she was the only one of her family who spoke up and agreed to let Jack help them. (Credit goes to Emolicious Angel. After I drew up the character she added in all the important stuff about her personality.)

Blair: Flirtatious, killing, drug addicted, alcoholic, rehab drop out. Remind you of someone. Meet another of the seven Time Agents. The only thing is Blair is so much worse then John in so many ways. John, as much as he hates to admit it has gone soft over his time away from the Agency. John is a rogue were as Blair is still an Agent. The real deal. Though it would be fun to drop him in the middle of the hub and make Jack deal with a little more of his past which seems to have a habit of coming back to haunt him.

Ukido: John’s dirty little secret. Meet the son of two Time Agents. You though they were screwed up… -laugh- Think again. With Jack’s looks and stubbornness crossed with John violence and addictions the teenager with throw Jack’s life into a spiraling vortex.

Copy this into your profile if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".

I have decided to stop writing World War Three. I knew where I was headed but when I read back over it I realized I have thrown to much in to fast. I’m going to focus on ‘The Chosen One’ and maybe later on I’ll go back and redo it. But anyways things to look forwards to:

-Torchwood Pairs.

-Blair’s story (Doesn’t have a name yet)

-Ukido’s story (Doesn’t have a name yet)

-Torchwood 5

-World War 3 (Possibly)

Possibly a few Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan fictions